Текст песни Tom T. Hall - The Little Lady Preacher
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Oh, the little lady preacher from the limestone churchIll never forget her, I guessShe preached each sunday mornin on the local radioWith a big black Bible and a snow-white dressShe was 19 years of age and was developed to a faultBut I will admit she knew the Bible wellA little white lace hanky marked the text that she would useShed breathe into that microphone and send us all to hellShe had a guitar picker by the name of luther shortA hairy-legged soul lost out in sinShe would turn and smile at luther when the program would commenceWith a voice as sweet as angels she would break out in a hymnI was pickin for her too with what we call the doghouse bassI clung to every word that passed her lipsShe was down on booze and cigarettes and high on days to comeAnd shed punctuate the prophecy with movements of her hipsThe lord knows how I loved her, he was there each time she preachedBut ol luther took her home each sunday mornLookin back I still recall the way it hurt my tender prideI longed to be a hero but theyre made not bornSometimes ol luther showed up at the studio half-tightAnd smokin was a thing he liked to doShe never said a word to him but said a prayer for meI told her in a way that Id been prayin for her tooOne sunday her old man showed up and said that she was goneSaid she and brother luther had a callI can see me standin in that studio that dayI had to face the heartbreak, unemployment and allI dont know where they are cause I aint seen them people sinceLord if I judge em let me give em lots o roomI know ol luther short and hes a hard ol boy to changeAnd Ive often sat and wondered who it was converted whom